Growing Season

GROWING SEASON

BACK THEN

Dahlia

S unday is the best day of the week, the night I look forward to the most because Everett always arrives a little after five to help me finish the last of my outdoor tasks.

My mom lets him stay as long as he wants and even allows him to spend the night "as long as you both remain on the porch."

So, we usually wait until she falls asleep before tiptoeing to my room. We return to the veranda before sunrise.

His kisses never fail to weaken my knees and leave me desperate for more, but I always abandon ship whenever we get too far out to sea.

Tonight, I'm sitting on his lap while he runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my lips.

His cock is hardening against my thigh, and I can feel him rubbing against me because I'm wearing one of his oversized T-shirts and nothing underneath.

It'd be so easy for me to let him take me right here, right now.

As he presses a hand against my side—the spot where he knows I'm ticklish—I struggle to hold back laughter.

He pulls back, smiling. "Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous at all." I shrug. "I promise."

He gives me a blank stare.

"Okay. Okay." I slip out of his lap. "Can I tell you something personal?"

"Always."

"Give me a second." I rush to the bathroom and splash my face with water.

My reflection reveals the deep red marks he's left on my neck and swollen lips.

I know that he's slept with other girls before, and I'm assuming that they didn't make him wait over a year to have sex, so…I don't know if he'll continue waiting for me.

Breathe, Dahlia, breathe.

I splash my face one more time before returning to the bedroom.

Everett has pulled on his shirt, but his jeans are still resting on my chair. He's smoothing his briefs, but I can still see his cock print.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah." I sigh. "About the ‘something personal,' I've never had sex before."

"Really? I'm shocked ."

"You are?"

"Hell no." He smiles. "That's quite obvious."

"Oh…" My cheeks redden. "I'm sorry I said I wanted to do it with you tonight because I mean, I do, I really do, but…"

"Okay, no." I change course mid-thought. "When you did it with other girls, did you talk them through what you were about to do? Not like clinically, because I know what happens, but maybe?—"

"Shhhh." He presses a kiss against my lips mid-sentence. "You're one of one, Dahlia, and I've never dated a girl like you. I never had feelings for any of my past girlfriends, so I can wait until you're ready. I promise."

"What if that's not until I'm forty?"

"I'll remind you to freeze your eggs before then."

I snort, and he kisses me again.

"Come here." He grabs my hand and leads me downstairs to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?"

"Over easy eggs."

"Hmmm." He pulls a container from his bag. Opening it, he reveals a ripened strawberry plant and picks off all the fruit.

"You're keeping up with the ones my mom gave you?"

"Yeah." He nods. "My parents appreciate not having to buy them at the store anymore. Remind me to show you how many they're growing in our back yard the next time you come over."

"Will do."

He pulls out a chair for me, and before I can ask him something else, he makes it clear that we're not about to have a conversation.

He stares at me while he cooks, licking his lips and sucking wet batter from his fingers while he makes pancakes instead of eggs.

After drizzling butter atop my serving, he picks up a straw and slides it in and out of the biggest strawberry. Then, he fills the hole with whipped cream.

He puts together a plate for himself before smiling and sitting across from me.

"Okay," I say. "I would like to have sex now."

"You should eat your food." He stuffs half of his pancake into his mouth. "Pass the syrup."

"I'm serious."

"About passing the syrup?"

"No." I slide it to him. "About having sex."

"I know."

"So, we'll go back upstairs, and do it?"

"No."

I watch him finish, confused.

Without saying a word, he grabs our plates and places them in the sink.

Then he lifts me by the waist and sets me on the counter. "Are the doors locked?" he whispers.

"Yes."

"Good." He lifts the hem of my T-shirt, gently rolling it up until my breasts are exposed.

He presses his mouth against my left nipple, sucking it between his lips, and he caresses my right one with his hand.

My breathing slows as he darts his tongue against my skin; my nipple hardens under his soft attack. He repeats his rhythms on the other side, and then he slowly trails his kisses down to my thighs.

"I should've kissed you here first," he whispers.

He doesn't give me a chance to ask where ‘here' is before burying his head between my legs and pressing his mouth against my pussy.

I squeeze my eyes shut as his tongue dances a rhythm I've never felt before.

My breath hitches as he nears my clit. His eyes briefly meet mine as he rubs his thumb against it, and I can't help but moan.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I try to make him slow down, to change his pace, but he refuses.

Growling, he pins my legs down against the wood top so I can't escape or control him, and an unfamiliar pleasure begins to build and build…

Heat flashes all over, and I am near the edge of intensity, so close, but he tears his mouth away.

My eyes flutter open, and I see him unwrapping a condom.

I stare at him as he pulls out his cock. He grabs my hand and wraps his own over it, stroking his cock as it hardens.

Pushing him back, I jump down from the counter.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

I answer by bending down and opening my mouth wide, swallowing him between my lips.

I take him deeper and deeper, nearly gagging as his thickness hits the back of my throat.

My head bobs up and down, and his breathing quickens, but he doesn't let me finish.

Gently pushing me back, he grabs me by the hips and returns my ass to the counter.

After pulling on the condom, he positions me on the edge of the granite.

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

I oblige, and he slides into me inch by inch, stretching me, filling me in a way I can't quite describe.

"Am I hurting you?" he asks.

"No…"

He pushes into me a bit further, and I claw my nails into his back

"Are you sure, Dahlia?" He kisses my neck.

"Yes…"

He holds me taut and slowly pushes me back and then onto him, again and again, serving me my first dose of his brand of pleasure and kisses every step of the way.

The words "I love you" tumble from my lips as he takes me even deeper.

He covers my mouth with his hand to muffle my screams, and when he reaches his own climax, he whispers against my skin.

"I love you, too, Dahlia…"